Spring

Dirt.

Dirt and apathy.

See the brown peeking from under melting banks,

Feel the air warming around you,

Still chilly.

Slush becomes muddy,

Slushy mud gets everywhere.

You leave slow tracks.

Trace them, trace the mud back to white.

You can't.

will she scream

More fridge magnet poetry

will she scream

tell me to stop

play with my gift

or lick my skin

crying

we are all over

Friends

Fridge magnet poetry

friends see red

lust for life

ache for delirious language

only a moment

yet they are weak

Summer

Please note that the following was written using those fridge magnet things. It's an interesting restriction to pose!

please drive me to the forest you gorgeous boy

I like you in the rain

water and music

you on top

misty summer together

in your car